The Life of Death.

Part 1.

I got up from my bed with my love on the other side still sleeping.

My job isn't quite easy, like for most normal "people".

I wakeup about 4 in the morning, make my own breakfast or occasionally my love will make it for me if she has been having one of her night terrors, I get into my daily work clothing and take my book from the table next to the door in our little apartment located in the town of Martinsville.

"Don't leave me just yet Hun~" Jude said as she kissed me before I walked out the door. She's just amazing... If anything happened to her, I would blame myself because I would have to take her soul to.. To where ever it belongs.. But when after this week I'll have about 10,000 names of the dead in my book. then he will make her immortal so that I can never loose her again...

Now where are my manners.

My name is Leon Austin Wolfe, I have been married for 8 years now, I became Death when I was at the age of 15, not that old to see dead people constantly, hmm? I'm 27 years of age at the moment and Jude is 28, simply a year older. We met a couple years back online, I cant remember what the game's name is now. Terrible memory of mine. Our long time friends Stacy and Colton, mostly called Cole, Smith. They're a happy young couple that have two kids, Alice and Drew. Stacy is at the age of 32 while Cole is at the somewhat younger age of 30. They've been together for about 6 years. Amazing.

I can smell the metallic smell of the color red about a block away from the front door of our apartment number 68. Heh, heh, right next door to 69 where the Smith's live. The sky was a bright orange color, it smelled like tangerines, and it also screwed with me finding where the red was coming from. "Dammit, I'm going to end up late!" I said sprinting down the sidewalk.

When I finally got to the end of the sidewalk my sprint came to a walk, then to a halt. "Oh wow.. A car crash, how tragic." I mumbled to myself. I opened my book, clicked my pen, then time stopped like usual.

"Wha- what...? What's happening?.. Did- Did I die sir..?" the old woman had asked me from the mess of the rubble of the car she was stuck in. I walked over to her, the smell of strawberries was strong, she was the color red. "Anne Marie Scotch, 64 years old, 4'6", Widowed, mother of one child." I said as I wrote what I said in your book.

She trembled with fear when I carried her to the heavens. Ugh... So bright, it blinds me.  "Okay madam, your journey ends here from where I must take you. Have a nice day." As I said when she waved walking to the podium where the guard stood with the book of souls wanted.

"God damn this is going to be a long. Boring. Day..." I said closing my book and clicking my pen once more unfreezing the scene of the wreck sitting behind me in flames.